Peering out through this foggy pane,

Your lingering eyes clear my vision.

How long does it take for the message

To land on my shore?

How is it that the destination is in focus,

But the compass is nowhere to be found?

Searching so long for something like this,

And so often it stands in questions right before you –

quivering in hesitation’s grip.

Love that shifts the room all around,

Words that stir and play with the space between us.

We’ve been staring at the same paintings,

Studying the weather patterns and trajectories,

So aim and let the darts fly –

What use is a heart to beat solely under covers?

The skies sound and reverberate with tympanis,

And my longings louder than my skin can restrain,

Shattering, this town for what is mine to be

Love and memories. 

Time, the keeper of dreams, remember his name.

Posted: July 31st, 2008 under my poetry.
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Is it time to take out the trash?

This is the time of night when I’m at capacity

And in order to sleep I have to write.

Almost 3 a.m.  Sometimes I’m up til 4, 5 or 6.

Which can be annoying.. because then the birds start chirping.

And what’s with that?! 

Is it time to feed the walls that surround me or knock them down

before they start tumbling?

This is the time of night when I peel back the paint

And peer into the words I choose, the thoughts that make my heart beat.

Almost tired.  Sometimes I’m unable to crack the codes.

Which can be altogether disappointing.. because then I don’t advance to the next level.

And what’s with that?!!

That is where I’m at.

Tossing and turning, sleep is the most difficult part of my day.

Getting this brain and heart to unwind, to close my eyes and rest.

Trying to ignore the empty space taking up most of the bed!

Designating a pillow to be something of what I had.

I find myself avoiding sleep, avoiding the bed.

“As You Like It” in the park tonight was splendid.

Such words rushed into my head. 

Too many to conjure, but here are the lasting impressions..

Love is the playground, the battlefield, the balancing act.

Love is the ground beneath, the yearning just above arm’s reach.

Love is the reason, the answer, the cause and effect.

Its in the dance, the song inside, each breathe.

Love is right behind you and where you stand,

Its in striving, the relentless attempts, and where you land.

Love is never one thing, nor all things at once.

Its autonomic as the beat of your heart and chosen with action

From the devotion of one’s thoughts.

Posted: July 19th, 2008 under NY Chronicles, Soliloque on Gabriel (poetic journey), my poetry, my thoughts.
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My eyes like frozen navigation, transfixed in space.

Each day, a series of hurdles and animate ‘out takes’.

Someone taps my shoulder.

And something in my chest grows colder.

Please don’t erase.

Lifted off the ground to speak –

All words a dedication to the Widow’s peak.

Spin me round to Wuthering heights,

To land and fall and perfect the fight.

Nobody can reach me way up there.

The love below stands to reason - logic doesn’t care.

A hope is held by those invisible hands,

That articulate and tie together the strings of circumstance.

The drone of late night sounds, a constant hum of a sleeping house.

The muse and me we exchange and excavate in large amounts.

Something to gain from all this pain.

Fluttering to free my wings from things most precious and unseen.

As silky threads extend to capture carefully lingering dreams.

Must sleep, must eat, must create – the life I lead.

In rapture I breathe.  And wait to see.. what words might fly into me?

Posted: July 18th, 2008 under Soliloque on Gabriel (poetic journey), my poetry.
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The Hummingbird’s Flight

All roads are merely visitations..

Fascinating and warm,

Passing affiliations.

But in the end is Only Home,

The place I already know.

I carry it with me – this fragile branch,

A patchwork piece - of the larger dance.

The still days perched over and ever along his path.

In sound, a stream, standing in showers of remembering -

A song that‘s so familiar and certain,

tossing and turning -

To quilt the seamless dream.

It is something to search for,

Depart from, collapse within.

It is complete and lost and found.

Eternity in arms wrapped round.. me.

There is no end in sight once you’ve landed, see?

And now in flight I sing to wish that Home

inside myself..   goodnight.

Posted: July 16th, 2008 under Soliloque on Gabriel (poetic journey), my poetry.
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Like A Painting..

he sits – leaning to the side.

His lips supple and red, parted slightly

as if to suggest he’s ready to be kissed.

Skin like porcelain – and soft as silk.

Black hair and dark eyes that echo

the dark inside.

Whimsical his backward stance.

Intoxicating this photograph.

Something held and holding within me

the light inside.

A candle for him,

That moment between sleep and waking.

That first taking in of every breath.

Each aperture of my eyes adjusts,

flicker and gaze

Into him..

Like a painting on the canvas of where my happiness lives.

Posted: July 14th, 2008 under Soliloque on Gabriel (poetic journey), my poetry.
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